The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-10-15

one Ol bHs lOHS anu ulSn SueQS. len LnOu-
sand of theml And there were five more
such sheds, aud jammed full. Sixty thou
sand barrels of rosin! And no end OF cot
ton balesl What would he do with it,
What could he do with it?
The only partisan he had, as have said,
was myself, and picked up dozen quar-
rels about it. Some one asked old Peabody
about it.
"Uncle David, is Fool Jim GAVIN to set up
a cotton factory an ship-yard, Mebbe
he'll sem his ships down by the railroad
sonny" said David, ''pack your head in
ice. James Foljambe knows more in one
minute than you're likely 70 know in a
year"
| In the midst Of this clamor came a bit OF
| gossip not too pleasant. There was venom
in it. Bill Cowan, who was always nosing
about and kept his eyes open and his tongue
| busy, came into the shop one day to get a
plug of chewing tobacco.
''Tell you what, Oalchieze," he said, adj
dressing my partner, II guess they'll call
| Fool Jim VILLAIN JIM afore long.
What do you mean, you scamp!n / de.
manded angrily
Scamp yourself, an see how you like
it," he retorted. What do l meant I'll
| tell you, an | amt afraid to. / was crossin
by Widow Peabody's last night, and wha
does / see but Jim Foljambe with his arm
around Becky PeabodY's waist, am she
a-leanin' up to him like sick kitten toa
hot brick. Stands to reason he's foolil'
the girl. Everybody knows he's sweei 4.
Miss Elton, an she's got dollars b o,sKS
Peabody's dimes. You don't suppose FOL
jamie means any thing but foolin' Becky,
do youi That's why he was so liberal with
his money to the widow. It's wellenough
for you to STAN up for him, an re know
why, but fax is fax"
And off went Cowan with his tbacco, in
triumph. 1t did not stop there. The news
spread, and spasm of virtuor5 indigna-
ton shook Brantford. II soon anne to the
ears of Foljambe himself Helad paid no
attention to the popular comment on his
purchases, but this was different matter.
He hunted up Bill Cowan andfound him in
our shop, where he and someof his cronies
were discussing the thing atGhe time.
mark you, Cowanr' erie Foliambe his
eyes blazing in wrath, "youlave been calk-
ing too freely about me in;onnection with
a young lady. If l learn d your waggng
that long tongue OF yours j the same way
again. or find you eavesdppping, I'll give
you pounding, and you lnow that | can do
it, Things have got to Tetty pass in this
community when SANDER Is set afoot be-
cause some sneak sees on bestow caress
on young lady whom heis to marry within
a month. And pll hold any other man who
NEEDLES with my affairs 10 strict account
Here was settler Becky Peabody to
Foljambel Why the 7oljambe's turn up
their noses at the country folk, and took
their wives from ABROAD. Gossip left the
rosn and cotton and took to the match
But it was admiring and not offensive.
The wedding came off ans was great
affair Miss Elton was first bridesmaid,
and the gentleman she married afterward,
a Mr.. bennington, was Foljambe's best
man. There was reception at the house
the young people took no tour but re-
manned at Foijambe Place-and L, Of the
few Brantford folk invited, was there. So
was David Peabody, of course. He was
got up in a suit of fine broadcloth, and his
shoes shone like a japanned waiter. Every
one knew this raiment came from the bride
groom. o, Of course! There were num-
Der of costly and elegant presents dis
played. But these came, with the excep-
ton of an odd-loolSiug Japanese cabinet,
given by the Widow Peabody, from the
Foljambe friends and connections. Uncle
David examined them.
Betty he SAID, loud enough to attract
attention, 1.-THE Peabodys don't seem to
shine in the way of making gifts to the
bride. Your Uncle David will have to put
in his mite.'' Then he drew bulky pack
age from his capacious breast pocket which
it fitted so tightly that he withdrew it with
difficulty.
80, thank you, Uncle David,'' said the
| h1.idp EkAnv thing from vou-D
''Open it, child"
The newly-made Mrs. Foljambe undid the
cord and removed the wrapping. 1t was a
Russia leather covered casket, with the
letters R. P F. on it. When she opened il
she gave one cry of delight.
'They are old mine stones" said Uncle
David quietly "Don't drop that scrap OF
paper. 1 don't want you to be running to
your husband for pocket money, and you'd
better invest the amount of that check for
yourself as he advises you"
This was a surprise. Few had seen such
a set-a necklace, bracelets, earrings and
pin, made up of the finest brillants, some
OF them quite large They must have cost
enormously. Where did Uncle David gel
the money!
found out before any one else. l was
down in New York to purchase tea, and
Carlton, of the jobbing firm with which ]
did business, said to me:
David Peabody is rusticating at Brant-
ford, amt he!'
"Oh Uncle David9" 1 said. eyes, he is
a sort of hanger-on to his sister-in- law
She feeds him. fancy"
"Feeds himl What do you meanl David
Peabody could feed dozen sister-in-laws
and not feel it,"
"Well," said, Il recently began to sus.
pect he was rather we'll off,"
Rather well-offr' exclaimed Carlton.
That's the best joke out. David Peabody
well-offl Is it possible you don't know how
rich he is' But he hardly knows himself.
He has been for over eighteen years the
principal stockholder in a great Mexican
mine. 1t is an English company, and he
is the only American in it. But he owns
two-thirds of it. Why, it is one OF the most
successful mines in the country Well off
Why, he is away up in the millions, and il
keeps pouring in"
OF course this was too good to keen.
Brantford had the benefit of it, and, ex.
cept an occasional dash at the rosin and
cotton, David's great wealth was the sub.
ject for discussion and comment
The civil war come and was going on, and
Foljambe and his follies faded before it.
At last in 1862 Foljambe's cotton began to
be moved. 1t had risen in price exceed
ingly, and Brantford found that there had